21
Aug
I’ve been feeling “weird” lately. Very over/underwhelmed. Here’s a first world problem: I’m not really all that passionate about anything currently in my life. Like, there’s my dogs, there’s baked goods, there’s Joseph Gordon Levitt, there’s waffles, there’s sex, there’s really good movies that I don’t spend enough time watching, there’s music. There are a shit ton more things that make me smile and get me excited about life & living, but sometimes I just want one thing. Ya know? One big thing. Maybe I don’t want to put all my eggs in one basket, but I’d at least like to know which fucking basket I’d be putting them in, should I choose to do so.
I just want a fucking basket. Right now I have like, 72 baby bird nests, and no baskets.
